midcity sunshower sirens are blaring i know it’s not pretty but some say it’s real let’s down a few coffees and head to the sh*r* sleep on the sand and hope the tide takes us in if we’re unfortunate enough to again open our eyes groggy and squinting we will make our way home either way i will have lost my smile to the waves to the bleak screaming green as sure as my eventual decay

words without meaning are doves without wings desperate cries to death delayed by flesh

and i would laugh but i’m stuck in the middle of it and i would cry but it seems that i’ve missed my chance if they put me in the ground promise me now a smile forced on my face for without the pleasure or power or pain nothing has changed have it be grand

nothing has changed

have it say “you don’t know what you’re missing” have it imply “not a d*mn thing has changed except that you will still awake to the rain and groggily make your way home …except this time alone”

sorry old friend, but it got old for me years ago

as time takes your life it seems futile to pretend that you’re alive and yet there’s nothing i wouldn’t give

and we are left to numb with age and lose the chance to see the world through virgin eyes and yet there’s nothing i wouldn’t give

as every line beneath our eyes bears witness to the days that we won’t soon forget there’s nothing i wouldn’t give

the waves have washed away any reason for me to look back fondly upon days such as these still there’s nothing i wouldn’t give